Dermaindia Quotes & Sayings

God is a tender pervert, and the angels are voyeurs. — Momus

If you yell at a kid and he gets mad at you, you've lost him. If you yell at a kid and he gets mad at himself, then you have something. — Pete Carril

Be aware of everything around you, because you are receiving the answers to your questions in every moment of the day. — Rhonda Byrne

I bet Aaron swims the fastest," Benny said, squeezing my hand. "He's like a fish. — Anna Carey

The library was magical because every time I walked through the door, there were literally thousands of voices ready and willing to have a conversation with me. I walked through the door, stared at all those stacks and bindings, and whispered, Tell me a story. — Charles Martin

Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them. — Rumi

Just when I most needed important conversation, a sniff of the man-wide world, that is, at least one brainy companion who could translate my friendly language into his tongue of undying carnal love, I was forced to lounge in our neighborhood park, surrounded by children. — Grace Paley

Sex should be friendly. Otherwise stick to mechanical toys; it's more sanitary. — Robert A. Heinlein

This is an evening of wonders, indeed! — Jane Austen

The goal of a successful negotiation is to achieve our objectives and continue to have people like us. — Sheryl Sandberg

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone. — John Green

Change is one of the unavoidable facts of all existence. Any attempt to avoid change only results in an unnatural waste of energy. — Michael R. Poll

This stood for the Evolution of Sense, his greatest course (with an enrollment of twelve, none even remotely apostolic) which had opened and would close with the phrase destined to be overquoted one day: The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense. — Vladimir Nabokov